Page 41 of Sweet Somethings

"I like a high bar, Roman. You can't get it if you can't dream it. That's what my dad used to say."

"You know what my grandfather always says?"

With a frown, she said, "I don't think I want to know."

"Dreams are for suckers. Don't waste time wanting something—go out and get it. Work hard. That's all that matters."

"I don't just think; I also act," she reminded him.

"That's true," he said with a smile. "I almost forgot. You definitely act more than you think. So you don't need my advice. You're a force to be reckoned with."

"Thanks. I guess I'll see you around. Don't forget to come by the bakery sometime and get your cookies."

"I won't."

Their gazes clung for a long moment. He wanted to kiss her good-bye or at least give her a hug, but any move felt fraught with complications.

Damn!

He'd never been so indecisive about his actions, but as he watched her walk away, he knew he was hesitating because Juliette was important.

He wanted her, but he also wanted her to keep living in her sweet, happily-ever-after world, and the two ideas didn't seem to go together. So he dug his hands in his pockets and watched her leave, wondering how long he could stay away from her. Because her car had no sooner rounded the corner when he started to miss her.

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